The priest nods and takes the offered hand into his own, broad and calloused, and allows his eyes to fall shut. A soft, warm glow builds in his palm as he utters a soft prayer, searching for those shattered threads of vitality within him.
Even if he can't heal him entirely, perhaps some relief can be offered. He too was once shattered, every bone in his body broken, and the Light had still managed to mend him together once more.
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The priest nods and takes the offered hand into his own, broad and calloused, and allows his eyes to fall shut. A soft, warm glow builds in his palm as he utters a soft prayer, searching for those shattered threads of vitality within him.
Even if he can't heal him entirely, perhaps some relief can be offered. He too was once shattered, every bone in his body broken, and the Light had still managed to mend him together once more.
And the Light, at its core, fosters hope. ]